Summary: I do not own any of the characters in Jak X, for they are creations and originals made by gaming company Naughty Dog, this is a Razer x Jak x Jinx fan-fiction if you do not approve of this pairing then do not read. This story contains sexual bonding between two men in later chapters, and yes, it is a yaoi fiction.

Chapter 1: Journey to Kras City.

"So there I was with him, racing against the World's Most Well-Known Drivers around Haven City while we were in the Grand Prix. However there was one racer that caught our attention first hand, it was commander and chief Erol, the scumbag of Praxis who captured Jak and used his body for the Dark Eco Injection Program. Or as I would like to call it…." Said Daxter to the on-looking gazes of Kras City's most notorious racers in the bar named, The Bloody Hook

"TURNING MY FRIEND INTO A CRAZY DARK FREAK WHENEVER HE GETS MAD WITH ANYONE, WHILE I RISK LOSING MY TAIL WHENEVER HE GOES ALL OUT BERSERK AGAINST ANYONE WHO GETS IN HIS WAY, and I mean anyone!!!!!!!!!!" Yelled Daxter at the many attentions he was given.

The racers in the bar could not really care less or more at the story that was being told by pipsqueak ottsel, with pants and wearing human goggles. Most of the racers were either to busy to pay attention because they were preparing for the qualifying race in Kras City's Grand Prix, or looking up who they are racing against during the race. Until a distinctive northern accent rose from the crowd and questioned the ottsel's tale.

"My, that must have been terrifying" said the foreign man while lighting a single stick of his cigarette.

"Thanks! At least someone cares for the 'Precursor's' life!" said Daxter while pinpointing at the stubborn racers who are paying less attention to him and more on the Grand Race beginning next week.

"I was talking about your friend, having to have you around while he goes all out against his enemies and demons, how does he put up with a rambling loud-mouth ottsel, who could not let his little mouth shut, for even the slightest hour, before he turns up in a bag filled with nothing but remains of his relics found tied and tossed in the deep sea" said the foreign racer as he blows his tobacco smoke towards Daxter's face.

Daxter gasped and coughed as he did his best to avoid anymore exposure to the northern man's tobacco smoke. Later, Daxter regained his breath and spoke to the foreigner.

"Oh yeah, nicotine breath? I bet Jak and I could wipe the floor with you while we race in the Kras City's Grand Prix, but I really wouldn't want to see you cry when your sexy red jacket gets greased up torn on the tracks, now would I?" said Daxter while placing a mocking grin across his face.

"VHAT VAS THAT CRACODOG MEAT?!" threatened the northern as he gripped Daxter's orange fur and brought him closer to his face while he gave him a deadly glare, that could send even the most tremendous chills down a person's spine. This brought the attentions of racers around every corner of the bar to witness what was going on.

"Phew…. Could you at least have a breath mint before going all out at me? Sheesh" said Daxter as he brought his free paw to his face and covering it securely.

As the northerner was about to give the ottsel a good smack, a tap of a finger on his shoulder caught his attention.

"If I were you, I would put my friend down or else." Said the stranger behind him

The northerner turned and asked.

"Or else w-"paused the northerner,

Before he could finish his sentence, a young man of 19 years was standing proudly in front of him, his chest puffed up while his blue eyes glared daggers at the northerner green orbs. The young man had blond-green hair; his eyebrows and goatee were green which matches his hair. Moreover, this nearly stopped the northerner's action as he was too transfixed at the young man in front of him; he was mesmerized by the young man's beauty.

"Hey, tall dark and gay! Let go of the merchandise!!!" said Daxter before he bit down hard on the northerner's gloved hand, causing him to cry out in pain and allowing Daxter to be free and jump onto his friend's shoulder for comfort.

"Oh, vas he your friend? I do apologize, my name is Razer, I am a well-known racer of Kras City, you must have heard of me, and many do I can assure you." As Razer reached out to grasp his hand, he was immediately slapped across the face by Jak's hand with great force.

"I would watch what my next move would be if I were you" said Jak before he turned to leave the Bar.

However this made Razer even more persistent, Razer tried to grab hold of the boy until he felt a nozzle of a 3rd range gun on his back pointing directly at his spinal cord with such aim.

"Pretty-boy here does not like to be touched by strangers, if you get my drift. Now, either you be a good little drag-racer and move your tail pipe away from him, or, I'll just grip my hold on the trigger and blow you to smithereens. Which would you prefer?" said the shadowed figure behind him.

Before Razer could get a chance to turn around to see the figure's face, he was brutally punched across the face with a mighty blow. And as Razer's world turned black before his very eyes, he could see a blurry tall, sloppy figure of a messy blond-haired man having a cigarette in between his teeth, while his hands wrapped possessively around Jak's waist. This arouses jealousy in Razer.

And everyone in Kras City knows,

That if something got in the way of Razer's wanting,

Then he would just have to remove the cause,

Permanently.